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A Warlord's Welcome

Shelby



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

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age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
51
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
3,227

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03-30-2020, 03:44 PM
He took a seat, listening as she spoke of her den, and Resin helping her. He was surprised to hear the reclusive old warrior would be helping the stranger, but was pleased at the news. It would be good for the both of them, the newcomer to settle in, and Resin to feel more like this pack was family.

“Good, fighting is invaluable, and a requirement in this pack. If you need any help with your lessons, seek me out” he said, giving her blanket permission to ask for aid from him.

She spoke of Zee, and he paused, a soft, distant smile on his lips. “That's my Zee” he agreed “She has a way of making you feel you belong” his gaze drifted to the side, a mix of love and possession fleetingly passing his expression. He shook away the distraction, but the stranger's attachment to his Wife would only work in her favour.

Pleasantries aside, there were other matters he needed to speak to Tamsyn about, now that he had seen her. “Will those that gave you those scars be a problem for you?” he asked softly. He needed to know if they would likely come calling, and how many he might need to kill for her.